This is my second story here. I apologize, it's a bit longer than my last story. I hope you all enjoy!
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I had just had surgery about three weeks before. I was feeling pretty good, considering I'm 47. I sat in the waiting room, waiting to be called back by the office personnel.
The surgeon was good looking for an older man, 57 , to be exact. He had silver hair, gorgeous brown eyes that I felt I could fall into. His hands were very gentle, his fingers long. I guessed him to be about 6'3". He was long waisted as long legged. He dressed relatively conservative, long sleeved shirts with the sleeves rolled up a couple of times and a coordinating tie and pants.
I was soon called back to an exam room. For the first time since my first visit before my surgery, I was told to completely undress down to the skin and put on a gown. I thought it was kind of odd, but undressed completely and sat on the exam table with a drape over my lap.
Soon, there was a quiet knock on the door just before the door opened. The doctor came in.
"Hi, how are you? I'm thinking that this just may be our last visit," the doctor said, smiling. He had a warm twinkle in his eyes that usually wasn't there.
"Hi yourself. I'm doing pretty well. No offense, but I kind of hope so," I answer, smiling back.
"That's good. Go ahead and lie back and I'll take a look at your incisions."